Brad , the guy on the left not wearing a dress, is the Priest at the church they got married in, St. Thomas, his husband Carl , is on the right.( lets be honest here, yall k+b readers know who Carl is ) You could not sling a dead cat and not hit an Episcopal Bishop. Seen here, Jack McKelvy, Rochester ( retired ) , Price Singh, Rochester and Steve Lane of Maine! ( the whole state! )
David Gandell took this wonderfully happy picture.
It was a rare HOT Saturday afternoon way down in the middle of the Southern Tier of New York State. Luckily Episcopalians hand out books every time you do something, so there was no need for funeral home fans. This area is NOT exactly a hot bed of Liberalism, but BATH, NEW YORK, turned out in force to witness Brad and Carl's happy day.
Jack, who was my best man at our wedding gave the homily. We laughed, we cried, we were happy to see him back in action.
There were little crab canapes passed
Champagne Punch
Dahn looked wonderful!
And look, no dark clouds, no tearing of shirt sleeves, no frogs, snakes or locusts.
It was a rare HOT Saturday afternoon way down in the middle of the Southern Tier of New York State. Luckily Episcopalians hand out books every time you do something, so there was no need for funeral home fans. This area is NOT exactly a hot bed of Liberalism, but BATH, NEW YORK, turned out in force to witness Brad and Carl's happy day.
Jack, who was my best man at our wedding gave the homily. We laughed, we cried, we were happy to see him back in action.
There were little crab canapes passed
Champagne Punch
Dahn looked wonderful!
And look, no dark clouds, no tearing of shirt sleeves, no frogs, snakes or locusts.
Can we read more into this than we need to? I mean on the surface, it was just two very sweet people, getting officially married, in front of friends and family in the church they both belong too. Not exactly earth shattering on a Saturday in June. But it was two men, and there were three Episcopal Bishops doing the hitching, and it was in a very small town slap dab in the middle of no where. Do not think anything New York City about this town, at all. Think horse and buggy rural Pennsylvania, or rural anyplace USA. Heartland, bread land, salt of the earth,Mom and Pop and the Bath Police.
Yet here they all were, LOTS of people , all happy as clams at witnessing the wedding. Game , set, match, right wing nutjobs, you lose places like Bath, New York, you have lost the war. I really don't think that the happy couple see what they did as very revolutionary, at all, they just wanted to get married after twenty years of being together , which you can understand. But, at least for me, besides being a celebration of Carl and Brad, it was a celebration that the culture wars are , at long last, over, and our side has won.
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